ㅤㅤsyn:the second this menace pulled the curtains aside just to slip in beside you, saying he just wants to see the clothes freshly pulled on you, there was more behind that already not so innocent statement and you felt it, but did you resist? absolutely no.ㅤㅤ୭౿ㅤㅤㅤwarnings:smut [mdni] , [public] fingering , dirty talk , slight degrading , pet names , squirting , getting caught , not proofread , sorry if missed anything & for the possible mistakes
ㅤ”so, so dumb for me, right, pretty? no thoughts, only my fingers, hm?” he cooed, the gentle facade fitting perfectly on him against the harsh tug on your throbbing clit, making your jolt up against the thin wall behind you. the curtain so often lifted with every single move outside by passersby, the faint rustling of his hands under your clothes not contained at all.
he let out a feigned gasp in surprise.
“careful, baby, don’t bump your head now..” the feigned care in his tone made you want to yell or even kick him, was through the roof.
how could he stay so calm, so silent, so composed, — so put together, while you were here, your juices drenching up your pushed aside panties, hot trickling down your thighs, and even wetting up the floor underneath you.
“stop— stop— they’re gonna hear—” squeezing your eyes shut with a silent moan slipping past your wobbling lips, the grin curling at the corner of his mouth while making a faint, sneering scoff, like it wasn’t his fault.
like all of this wasn’t his idea.
saying you’ll go out shopping, and the generous boyfriend he is, he helps you pick whatever really suits you.
except you should’ve known that if something can go wrong, it will go wrong eventually, after all, we’re talking about lee haechan.
“calm down, baby, you really wanna soak everything around you now?” the question mocked you, while two of his digits ruthlessly pumped in and out continuously, the small, sensitive spot abused over and over again.
your body jerked up with every prodding, your stomach twisting into another type of warmth, the coil tight and threatening to snap at any moment.
“h—hyuck— i think— wait i—” unintelligible babbles mixed with your strained moans before you finally exploded over his hand with a hot gush of wetness spraying out and dirty everything—mostly him and splashing to the ground.
a low, satisfied growl vibrated deep within his chest, eyes sternly fixated on his own little messy fountain; you. fingers slipped out with an obscene squelch, continuously landing gentle yet firm smack over your pussy as you trembled through you orgasm, still very much in a changing booth.
ears ringing, chest rising in uneven breaths, eyes half lidded from pleasure as haechan, hands already fixing your clothing hastily, muttering things about “being loud” and “staying inside too long” and “being caught,” which your foggy brain couldn’t even comprehend as sentences at the moment.
few moments later, you found yourself under the store’s white, blinding light yet again, but with crumpled up clothes, out of breath, and an uncomfortable state hiding under your panties.
the individual rushing in front of you and dragging you by your wrist decided you do not require new tops. a thorough pounding, actually.
and the lady you two bolt by, with their eyebrows sitting close, confused, lips in a thin line, probably — absolutely knew what happened.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤlove me a loser — ꒰ mark lee ꒱. [bf hcs] ㅤ⭑ ⚝ .ㅤㅤㅤlikes ; reblogs ; comments are appreciated ! requests & taglist open !
loser-bf!mark & fem!reader
〃syn: so innocent, so sweet, he's like a lamb except when you know how to push him ㅤㅤ୭౿ㅤㅤㅤwarnings: smut [mdni] , all lower case , clit play , fingering , shy-mark , turns bit bold tho , he has a boner while doing the business for you , sorry if missed anything & for the possible mistakes
loser-bf!mark who talks to you as if you’re the most precious being ever discovered on earth. and to him? you absolutely are. his tone goes warm, gentle, silky. his words are being careful and meaningful.
loser-bf!mark who actually stutters. like full-on blabbering. yes, he’s soft. but the second you’re just an ounce more affectionate? his brain stops forming sentences in an understandable way.
loser-bf!mark who doesn’t touch you. well, not until you give permission of course. he’s a loser but also a gentleman with his whole damn heart. and he’d rather not touch you than be it in a way that’s even a bit uncomfortable for you. he keeps his hands off.
loser-bf!mark who won’t manipulate. he can’t. not like in a way he doesn’t know, he can’t do that to you. you’re precious, you’re everything. guilt tripping? feeling bad even if it’s not intentional. if he knows you’re sad or hurt by him, his poor little soul crumbles into actual pieces. what’s his purpose if not making you smile and giggling beside him?
loser-bf!mark who isn’t an actual loser outside the relationship. he’s just, well, quiet. he doesn’t turn a lot of heads by keeping himself low. he’s still funny and jokes around, but around you? he can’t keep off the flush from his face, his heartbeat quickens the second you lock eyes and he’s snapping his head away like he got caught doing something bad.
loser-bf!mark who at first, tapped his pinky on your skin repeatedly, hoping you’ll take the hint -and when you did, he just froze- and you were like. isn’t this what you wanted? a small, dumb nod and you just squeezed your hand tighter.
loser-bf!mark who gets so easily turned on, the first time a soft laugh slipped from you. he’s so cute, isn’t he? god bless him, he gives such an easy job to have his needs fulfilled by you. but once he’s in the mood, you can’t claw him off.
loser-bf!mark who has an addiction to your taste and smell. some might think he’s a dog. which in reality, isn’t far from the truth. he bites, licks, sucks. and not only your skin. he’s insatiable and feral.
loser-bf!mark who’s intimidated by a pussy. his lips tremble just a bit but are still visible. eyes darting everywhere. wow, we have such nice weather! oh, i didn’t even notice that your plant already grew this much! and that picture behind you, barely visible on the shelf? don’t even ask- he just can’t. lock. eyes. with. it. it looks so soft, pretty pink flushed color, and your smell doesn’t help either. but wait! not in a bad way- it’s just so uniquely you, sweet, curling around him like faint smoke.
loser-bf!mark who first dips his index finger through your slick folds, hands bit shaky. it’s okay, he’ll get there eventually.
loser-bf!mark who gulps down the biggest lump in his throat as his digit bumps into your swelled up clit, instantly making you twitch and buck your hips up. cute tip leaning a shameful, dark spot on the front of his sweats -which he doesn’t even notice until you either stifle a giggle or laugh, looking at it directly, and that’s when he realizes his problem too.
loser-bf!mark who had control -somewhat- over the situation so far, until now. burning shame settled in his gut, hand almost retreat when yours shot out to take grip on his wrist, halting his movements. poor boy thinks your find it pitiful, disgusting, even. like, please, who ruins their clothes in the first five minutes of getting to do your girlfriend for the first time? does this make him look like he doesn’t even know what he’s doing?
loser-bf!mark who’s apologizing, you have to hush down, encouragement is needed to guide him further. he’ll mess up. he’s now very aware of his hard-on. and aware of the fact that you’re aware of it too. what if you expected more from him? and if he ends up not making you climax, especially in the way you imagined?
loser-bf!mark who doesn’t say a word, but you see into his soul, eyes now uncertain. should he continue? no? and still hesitates even when you finally mutter out the quiet, “it’s okay. i want you to continue.”
loser-bf!mark who still just circles around your throbbing clit gingerly, tip of finger occasionally dipping in your cunt, just to explore. and is totally blind to the silent plea of your hips raising toward him.
loser-bf!mark who when finally eases one finger in, takes your whimpering and whining as a stop, so far until you beg for more.
loser-bf!mark, now with his middle and ring finger nestled in your clutching head, the pads prob against your walls a few times, hopelessly searching for that sweet spot that supposedly hid in you.
loser-bf!mark, who after finding it, instantly starts ramming his fingers, hitting it harshly over and over again and poor him gets surprised the moment you stop him, wincing in discomfort and clutching his wrist to a stop.
loser-bf!mark who follows your instructions when told not to chase that orgasm like it's a running away deer, grind his fingers, stretch and tease. and the smart boy he is, he does exactly that. when seeing your tensed up muscles melt and relax, courage pooling up and starts to take over his moves again.
loser-bf!mark, who when making you come, by his own hand, feels euphoric and smug deep inside, while the little shaking in your thighs says he did a good job.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆ sugarcoated — mark lee ; gentle-bf!mark & fem!reader ㅤ⭑ ⚝ . drabble — 342 wordsㅤㅤㅤlikes ; reblogs ; comments are appreciated ! requests & taglist open !
ㅤㅤsyn:post nut intimacy with him is a dream come true.ㅤㅤ୭౿ㅤㅤㅤwarnings:mentions of sex , skinship , kiss , aftercare , not proofread cuz yet again im lazy , sorry if missed anything & for the possible mistakes
[💭 . . . 'ra's thoughts] : please PLEASE send me reqs cuz my creativity is dry asf rn also working (will be, havent even started yet) on ANOTHER mark smutshot
“Say ‘ah’—” You feel the cold tapping of something smooth pushed on your lips. “C’mon, babe, open. You need strength.” And the second your eyes crack open, you were met with that familiar boyish smile of Mark.
Barely coming over the dizzy haze he left you in, with a small whine, you part your lips obediently. Your head slumped back over the fluffy pillows while the male pushed the fruit between your pink, bitten lips.
“Bite.” He instructed as if you were a toddler, although you felt like one at the moment, with the way your body felt lifeless. But you did as you were told, and the moment your teeth cut through the thin layer on the outside of the strawberry, the juicy dripped out as the sweet flesh came in contact with your taste buds.
After gulping it down, eyes threatened to fall shut again, but not before soft lips crashed onto yours quickly, tongue swept over them, tasting the sweetness coating them.
Humming in delight, the warm muscle slips into the hot cavern of your mouth, pressing against the roof, tangling with your tongue; saliva drips and mixes together, two anchoring hands on the sides of your face.
Making out with you like his life depends on it, making out with you like he didn’t wreck your world completely a few minutes ago, like he got something to prove.
A surprised whine vibrated against his mouth, two weak from exhaustion hands pushing on his gently, which turned out to have no use currently. Eventually, Mark parts with messy hair, lips smeared over with mixed spit and faint red of the strawberry’s juice, his breathing shallow and yours ragged.
You send a short glare towards him, which he catches with a small smile curling at the edge of his mouth.
“Sorry-” He utters curtly. “Didn’t mean to overwhelm you.” One final peck lands on the side of your flushed cheek, his nose brushing it with a smile on his face, he settles down beside you with strong arms content around.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤdizzy for me ! — ꒰ lee donghyuck ꒱. drabbleㅤ⭑ ⚝ . drabble — 680 wordsㅤ⭑ ⚝ .ㅤㅤㅤlikes ; reblogs ; comments are appreciated ! requests & taglist open !
bf!haechan & fem!reader
〃syn: little weird, little awkward but he swears he tries his best and so do you. when it comes down to what he wants, he's not shy to admit the idea of gripping your throat he's been harboring somewhere tucked in a little crevice of his mind. with a little nagging, you give in through, except, those hands seem real harsh. what now?ㅤㅤ୭౿ㅤㅤㅤwarnings: smut [mdni] , skinship , he chokes , clit play , pet names , he encourages u , sorry if missed anything & for the possible mistakes
[💭 . . . 'ra's thoughts] : for my haechan girlies ♡
“So.. if I- wait- don’t- it’s okay!-” Those exact words were unregistered as you already pulled back, sinking into your own body, eyes suddenly wide.
As his fingers reach forward, your pulse quickens, heart stammering in your chest, the room suddenly becomes uncomfortable. And hot. Too hot.
And Haechan pulls back subtly. Only a few inches. Soft glaze takes over his eyes, his muscles stiff.
“I won’t grip it right away, ease up a bit..” He tries to defuse the situation as his voice quiets down, but his palms still hover over your neck, not too far away. With a shaky breath in the company of an unsteady nod, your body flexes a bit against your will, and of course, he notices.
A few silent seconds pass before his non-dominant hands trail lower, leaving goosebumps in the trails of his fingertips on your stomach. He settles two pads of his fingers over your dewy folds.
A stunned little gasp escapes your throat. Haechan takes the opportunity to lay his palm flat on your throat. Not quite gripping yet. His hand curls around it in a way that shows he won’t back out now.
“Can you- can you focus on me?” His voice dripped like thick honey, making you dumbly nod in response. “Look at me, into my eyes.” And like you were mesmerized, his heavy gaze cut right through you, eyes speaking an unintelligible, sweet praise, you didn’t catch at all.
The only sound was your own heart hammering and threatening to almost jump out from between your ribs. Dipping his head, little, affectionate pecks were scattered over your flushed neck, cheeks, and jawline, the brown in his orbs captivated you into a trance, your limbs gave out, your mind’s only thought was him, him, and him.
It felt like he held all your crumbling pieces together and worked you higher with every gentle, deliberate circle of his fingers passed over your throbbing clit and the strong hand fixated on your neck grounded you back to reality.
“You’re doing good, so good, my sweet baby..” Digits occasionally dipped lower, to explore, to feel, to smear your wetness to make the glide easier and faster. Now his hand moved in a rapid frenzy, determined to cloud your mind with pleasure instead of the uncomfortable feeling of lack of oxygen. He was your oxygen. That’s all you needed at the moment. Gentle whispers and affirmations shushed into your ears, your lashes fluttered slower now, eyelids heavy.
“Don’t close your eyes.” He gritted through the command between his clenched teeth. “I want to see you.” Giving a tighter squeeze to your neck, he nudged your chin up at him, a sudden, sharp pain stabbed into your heat as his thumb and index finger pinched on the small, twitching little bud between your legs, twisting before landing a harsh smack with an observe squelch over your pussy.
The tight, warm knot coiled to unbearable, low in your tummy, legs trembling at his sides as your cries became shorter, higher-pitched.
“Don’t hold back, sweet, let me feel you..” And within few, quick passed seconds your body seized up before your head landed back on the pillows with an echoed moan through the room while Haechan held you steady through every wave of your orgasm crashing over you, hand slowed down steadily before coming to a stop, giving one final smoothing down on the inside of your left thigh.
“So good, so fucking good, baby..” He groaned at the pure sight of your blissed out form, taking your parted lips quickly in a kiss, over your ragged breathing.
“Look-” He chimed up after you were able to function again, he brought two of his used fingers right into your face, your wet practically soaked all the way to his wrists, a string of clear fluid connecting his digits before snapping away. “Didn’t know you’d end up enjoying it this much.” He teased with a small snort the moment your head lulled wearily to the side, resting on the pillow with small twitches still in your body.
ㅤㅤ✧ ˚. ㅤᵎᵎㅤㅤSOFTER THAN THE SHEETSㅤ—ㅤyang jungwon ୭
ㅤ২ 𓄼ㅤ⠀ bf!jungwon. — f!reader. ㅤdrabbleㅤ—ㅤ414 wordsㅤ𓂅 𒀭 ㅤㅤcw. ▸ ˖ ˖ ˖ fluff ; skinship ; petnames ; comfort ; sorry if missed anything & for the possible mistakes
ㅤthe small, barely even noticeable tremble in your frame didn’t go unnoticed by jungwon, ever so peacefully resting beside you. your limbs tucked in, he was comfortable on his side of the bed, you faced your back towards him.
you weren’t exactly scared, more like uncomfortable, in a certain way.
duvet tugged over your shoulders snugly, every single rumble pulling out another small flinch from your rigid body. the room was swallowed in darkness, the occasional light spilling in through the closed curtains, catching on your edges. the shadows moving outside made your skin rise in goosebumps; it looked like it was living.
when you’re just prepared yourself for the next crash, a firm arm snaked itself around your middle from behind, a solid chest flush to your spine.
“can’t sleep?..” came the groggy-voiced question. the faint tapping of water droplets overpowered his tone, but the way the words brushed against the warm skin of your ear, made your clenched muscles relax into his hold under fragments of seconds.
“y-yeah well- actually- i just- can’t… yes” it sounded terrible, your breath caught. it wasn’t convincing. at all. you knew it.
but he didn’t laugh or make a pun about you and the tremble in your voice. instead, his grip grew in strength, humming knowingly.
“turn around. face me.” it was stern, but not overwhelming. palms guided you by your hip to your other side, barely open eyes getting fixated forward on him now, not the window. at the sky, waiting for the next thunder to hit and feel like it splits the sky in half.
“you don’t need to look at it, focus on me, hm?” your nod as a response was shaky, so he insisted further. “talk, baby.” he murmured, hands brushing messy locks from your face while he stared down at you patiently. not like he saw anything, but the way your mouth parted already with the intention of giving an answer made his chest lighter.
“okay…”
“good, baby.. don’t worry. i’m here. i’ll stay here.” a hand cupped your nape, cheeks now smushed against his sharp collarbones. the soothing woody scent and him filled your senses, calming your mind.
your eyelids grew heavy finally as his grip didn’t ease, unshakable, while writing down small circles on your hips with his thumb. he didn’t speak anymore. the calm rhythm of heartbeat thumping against your skin lulled you back into sleep, his arms like a comforting cocoon around you, intently watching you drift.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤjust a little, i promise — ꒰ park jongseong ꒱. drabble — 687 wordsㅤ⭑ ⚝ .ㅤㅤㅤlikes ; reblogs ; comments are appreciated ! requests & taglist open !
vampire-bf!jay & clueless-human-fem!reader
〃syn: it's not like he had bad intentions or god forbid harming you, but you'll help out your boyfriend in need, after he confessed his filthiest secret, right? ㅤㅤ୭౿ㅤㅤㅤwarnings: skinship , he bites , description of biting and pain , not proofread [im so lazy im sorry] , sorry if missed anything & for the possible mistakes
[💭 . . . 'ra's thoughts] : it's edgy asf guys but the vampire concept w him is doing smth bad to my soul
Most days, he wore calm like a second skin. But lately, that calm cracked. Restless. Snappy. Like something inside him was clawing its way out. His jaw always sat clenched, lips always in a stern, thin line. When asked about it, he didn’t reveal much to your dismay, so you stayed blind to his emotions.
The best you could offer was comfort. Your hold. Your words. Your gentleness. And of course, he accepted it with great pleasure.
As much as he seemed always perfect, put together, the heat he felt rushing in his veins wrecked all of it to the ground easily, making him this whiny, almost bratty, curled up ball who instead ignore you than face you with his problems.
After a good amount of convincing, though, his chest got lighter when he gave in, resting his head on your lap with a sigh. You whispered gentle affirmations above him, fingers trailing across his skin, but it was like he still couldn’t let go of whatever kept his brain occupied. Battling with his own pride and needs, he couldn’t remain silent.
“Can I try something?” Curious, after a few moments of hesitation, you gave the green light. He instantly got up, his face now a breath away from you. His presence was heavy alongside his rapid breathing; it not only surrounded you, but it filled the whole room. Everything slowed down and faded to a distance as he reached out.
He cradled the side of your head like you were precious, and in this moment, you certainly were.
“What do you mean?” You flinched against your will, pulling back almost instinctively. And his heart broke a little, fear was shining in your orbs. He seemed suffocating and close to dangerous, his own eyes were glazed over with a so far unfamiliar look.
Tongue darted out suddenly to wet his chapped lips, gaze furrowed into your delicate skin on your neck; now not even managing eye contact anymore. You retreated. Scared, but he held you firm.
“You trust me, right?” You nodded. “You know I would never hurt you either, right?” Now, you hesitated with the confirmation he wanted to see. Because now, you weren’t so sure about his words anymore.
And he saw that. “Look. I really- god- I need it so bad..” An exasperated sigh left his lips, now subtly tugging you closer to him, so smoothly it didn’t even catch up to you. Sweat beads rolled down his crunched up forehead, digits digging in your arm to anchor himself, or you to him.
“I’m starving, sweetheart..” He whispered, head suddenly dipping to mouth at your throat. Overheated lips brushed it, sharp ends of teeth just barely scratching the surface. “You gonna let me have.. just a bit, hm?”
Your breath suddenly caught in your throat. You squirmed, struggled -he was as so goddamn stronger- Your eyes met his, and something tender passed in them. “Please..” The whine that left him couldn’t be contained even if he wanted it.
The hungry, miserable look made you weak in the knees. The male climbed to straddle your thighs while you looked up, scared but still, waiting. And as his lips rested flush on your skin, opening his mouth, his teeth sank into you.
It was like two sharp nails dug into you, the pain immediate, and muscles flexed. He had bitten you before, yes. But how are his fangs too strong now?
That was all your mind could mutter before a daze overtook you. Feeling a grounding hand on your side, over your ribs, writing down smoothing circles while the other halted your squirmings. It felt like time stretched on forever, so far, you hadn’t even registered the way he pulled back after a few, very short minutes, gaze softened to soft as worry seeped into him through the cracks of his hunger. Now, weary eyes blinked lazily, threatening to fall shut as he just cradled you close. Rocking so gently as the burning sensation faded on the side of your neck, some quiet words of affirmation whispered against the crown of your head, scared of hurting you further. Instead, he just held you. Now, shielding you from everything around you.
